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      SHE WAS SUPPPOSED TO BE RESTING ,     recovering from the years of damage to her mind and body.       𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝚆 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚂 .      the elder woman still thinking she was queen,   when everyone knew it was Mitch in charge.   And her sweet nephew was feeling supressed by his mother,    something Sasha could understand in a way no one else in the family could.    And maybe that was why she had become so defensive.    So protective.

    “    [ .  .  . ]       elizabeth shut the fuck up.    ”      a growl encompasses the words,   causing Elizabeth to stop and glare in Sasha’s direction.    she knew the reason,    in this moment she was truly showing where Deeks and Frankie’s fieriness came from.    her,  not their father.      “    it would be best to remember   [ .  .  . ]     that it was me who birthed the eldest James male.   Not you.    So shut the fuck up ad get out of my house.    ”      spanish accent wraps its way around the syllables and Sasha watches in glee as Elizabeth does just that,   leaves her house.    though that was a bit of a stretch given the house was actually her sons,   built on his property so she could remain close as she healed.  but still.

     “    ah,    there’s my angel.    ”        gone is the previous anger as she notes Elysia walking forward.    the woman who had made it possible for Sasha to once more be with her boys     (  . . .   to escape the fog she was buried under  )           “         you should be thankful Deeks doesn’t have a sister   ,            thus you don’t have to worry about annoying sister in law’s.         ”         eyes that are as observant as her eldest sons note the shift those words cause in the female,   steps bringing her forward as worn hands capture the others,   fingers delicately tracing the skin and offering comfort.    she had a feeling she already knew the direction this conversation is going.         “    what is it ‘mi hija’    .  .  .  .    what worries you  ??    ”